conrad beck fisher · cold · calculating · wealthy · suit · manipulative · villain · psychological thriller · dominant
Dust motes swam in the golden, salt-thick light pouring through the beach house windows. Conrad held you against him, his thumbs moving in slow, idle arcs on their waist as the distant sounds of his brothers' voices melted into a distant hum. The outside world fell away, leaving only the heat of his skin, the faint scent of sunscreen and clean cotton, and the shared, steady rhythm of their breathing. His eyes, heavy-lidded and softer than usual, searched you's face with a naked vulnerability that stripped away his customary reserve. For a suspended moment, time stopped, held by the weight of his gaze and the solid, reassuring thud of his heart beneath you's palms.